Sad Elegiac Lyric Poems | Examples
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As yellow leaves wither in the autumn breeze,
only apathetic thoughts remain
in this nonchalant existence of
my diseased body and over the hill mind!
It reminds me a time of agility,
A time of struggle and celebrations,
An age when dreams of a better future bloomed,
And leaping up those stairs to pluck the petals of success.
The illusion of youth, believing I would remain the same forever,
My beauty, once admired by the mirror,
My body, that lied about its boundless strength,
And the willpower that upheld my beliefs!
Now, my poor mind, dreadfully distressed,
on the fritz of my worn body parts.
Here I am, at the dusk of my life,
panting and staring at the steep stairs
called ‘rest of my time’!
I wonder, are there any tears left
to cry over the memories of my vigorous days?
Or, has time swallowed even the sorrow, leaving only silence?
Categories:
age, depression, emotions, fate,
Relics, relics sad and lone,
Cromwell's head and a single bone
that William the Conqueror left on earth
prove today of petty worth.
Oh that now those proud in power
knew the shortness of their hour.
Categories:
death, power, vanity,
Light shone so bright
The future outright
Hills you have leveled
The small valley yet to be crossed
Hard work you had invested
Promising fruits in abundance
Yet a breath cut too soon to witness
Sweet sweat never consummated
Oh Lord, let thy mercies be
Oh Lord let thy eyes see
Oh Lord let thy ears hear
Solemn wails so hard to console
Family joys cut on the finishing line
Family torch turned off midnight
Family smile why should it turn into a frown
As family hope fades into suspense
Oh numerous questions
Without answer haunt us
Oh merciful Lord oh gracious Lord
In thy power our friend You should keep
Categories:
anger, bereavement, best friend,
Something yond is sore to proveth,
judging those who is't disagreeth,
hurst nay hast peat swamp.
People breath their owneth blood,
Ulcers replaceth green air?
Benumbed lungs and panshard death,
city born city bred?
Categories:
blue, pain, sad,
Amid taxing toils and ever ebbing throes,
We totter toward the end that must come;
Yielding all stale themes of yester-breath,
Our face as meek as that of a dying lamb.
Such ill-fated Odyssey kicks off with a cry
Of baffled aspects between fright and joy,
And thus unfurls green every puerile soul,
Mocking suns that idly as fierce wasps fly.
In clueless middle of life's vanishing rise,
Beauty's Foe hatches his secret disguise
That steals unseen health's naive gleams,
And in bits confounds her soaring dreams.
At last are her tics shut piece after piece
By plotting Hour who fairer lucks thieves;
And blends of sad sighs and deft disease
Slay any fags of throb swift sunset leaves.
Not so fickle this trembling hand's doleful ink:
It'll kick and roam past Time's snobbish brink!
Categories:
absence, age, allegory, art,
I’ll exit in quiet and angst-hastened steps
Over the sanded dust on that jinxing floor;
And with well-metered gait soon shoot out
Into a sea of blank faces beyond the door.
I own I must pity each unspeaking grain
Of sad earth asleep under my agile feet,
Unaware of those heavy strides of pain,
Resolute where tears and anxiety meet.
I nurse a weird thought that I’ll encounter
An intolerably inquisitive eye as I saunter
Past every low stretch of panicky ground,
Curious whereto my swift legs are bound.
It will be a hastily embarked on walk to far
Climes cast between two impossible walls:
Meanest Fate on dim life's left-handed end,
Luck posted on shinier side of such fracas.
At seven-thirty in the chilly morn’s breeze,
I’ll roam wherever Destiny’s winds please!
Categories:
allegory, anxiety, christian,
Grandpa got a twenty-one gun salute.
I shivered, knowing how much he hated guns
After Viet Nam
The last time he picked one up was in a jungle.
Fifty years ago.
They are playing taps now.
Sad dirge sound.
Grandpa liked Johnny Cash and Elvis
Both would have been better at his funeral
I glare at the soldiers playing taps.
Why is this so sad? Grandpa liked happiness.
Felt a hand on my shoulder.
My grandpa’s hand.
No one else ever did this to me.
I knew that he knew what I was thinking.
We were close.
He had taught me to take apart cars
And how to be a man.
Funerals no longer sad to me.
Categories:
death, grandfather, spiritual,
Uncharmed by the bloom of fresh roses white,
I shall with the mute prop of unspeaking sticks,
Like a bored mollusk loathe my slowing walks;
And pine for eternal still with wee cursing clicks.
Uninspired by thrills of chart-topping songs,
And no longer revived by their lisping beats,
And aided by sad hammers and rioting tongs,
I soon shall fault all Earth and her tepid treats.
Not fresh world's trending fashion’s catalogues,
Nor its luring vogues in their cyclic monologues,
Shall this last pilgrim's going even slightly delay;
All men’s warmth unwanted obstacle in my way.
Thievish night's erstwhile dreaded gloom
Shan’t prove such a feared quieting tomb,
For her dusky shroud may better warmth
Spell than all sluttish breath's jaded cloth.
I’ll gradually disdain these slow-turning rounds,
And slowly uninterestedly rise to stiller grounds.
Categories:
adventure, allegory, death, happy,
On a sultry, sizzling July day
I swear it happened just this way
In a tidal pool, a lifeless seahorse lay
He’d not galloped to meet his fate
But was caught in a wave’s cruel wake
High tide retreated, closed the gate
Oh, to have seen him in his prime
Not corralled by diminishing brine
But free to romp near the shoreline
Confined, he withered, but sparked some thought
Of the delight he might have brought
If, for an aquarium, he’d been bought
Tenderly, I cupped his sad remains
And placed him into the sea again
Where others of his kind were still in reign
Yet, before I could utter my last goodbye
A sudden movement caught my eye
In shock, my elation began to amplify
Kissed by cool sea, this sleeping equine
Proved the strength of his endangered bloodline
By swimming away from the sandy coastline
A once-in-a-lifetime moment for me
I cheered aloud as he trotted out to sea
So ponder this and I’m sure you'll agree
This magical rebirth is a lesson to share
When you think life is beyond a prayer
Just give it some help; hope is still there
*April 17, 2018
Categories:
animal, inspiration,
Dumping pieces of paper is gone
count, inflate, jump, hide figures
do arithmetic of the underworld
boom, bang, boom, bang, bang, oh!
I do see these figures very clearly
imperialism, why are you still here?
boom, boom, bang, bang, bang
clear up; I am coming in, no delay
Colonialism, whom do you waylay?
you make me excited power-fool
boom, boom, bang, bang give way
stand on my way at your own risk
Dollars, yen, pounds, fill these holes
my love for you is life everlasting
boom, boom, bang, bang take care
arithmetic is excellent, no complain
Enemies of this gold-filled land
magic numbers have spoken right
boom, boom, bang, bang, style up
you say; but…but… who are you?
The power-fool is recklessly right
In power-fool’s diary, power is might
Categories:
africa, pain, sad, satire,
Whose blossoms are these
I think I know,
He lies buried
In the tomb below.
He would not see them
Adorn his grave,
Their coloured hues
With a sojourn brave.
I suppose he knows
Who brought them here,
Perhaps it was
A beloved dear.
Its sad he cannot
Their fragrance smell,
I need stand in
For this task as well.
In silence I bless
Those mourners few,
Who bid the dead
A tearful adieu.
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Categories:
death,
Words on fire blaze, then rescind,
Only to disappear in a scorching wind.
Words that devour light as they give light,
Dragons that slay in order to give fright.
A story fully complete, now thrumming,
The echoes reverberate, now drumming.
A mother holds her child in warm embrace,
Now dead in her arms, misery on her face.
Unrelenting memory fills a heart now cold,
A child now dead that wanted to grow old.
Utter desolation remains scorched behind,
Lunar skeletons now people the city’s mind.
A world on fire is now what it truly seems,
The world on fire is now what it truly means.
The heart of Aleppo has lain down to die,
The heart of the world needs to mourn its lie.
To come to its rescue for the sake of humanity,
To leave it abandoned for the sake of inhumanity,
The city will live on with other noble cities,
Lost in the forgotten realm of bleak anonymity.
Categories:
sad, violence, war,
We all wonder how time flies
As tears flow in our eyes
When shall we stop our cries?
Each day and night, living libraries pay the price
How do I narrate thy death?
A threat to my health!
My heart bleeds!
As sepulcher gives you shields
I thought it was an Irony
Because at a time like that, thou acted funny
However, I've accepted my agony!
Thy death, my grieve, my cries!
When 'Beauty Brain Character' dies
Then, what good thing in the world lies?
Mourning the death of a friend, Joyhes Osiebe who was a symbol of BBC(Beauty Brain Character) who died on Thursday, 22nd December, 2016 in an auto crash. Miss you, BBC.
Categories:
death, depression, friend, sad,
It was a heartfelt indulge of an act
The night like knights we lighted
Like a king yah served my want
Like a deal we moved on and on
To the peak, the click of a nick
The first time, like a key and lock
Felt like a gentle, acted like a man
So young,naive, live and one
What led me there blasts my mind
What clogged into me is a virus not got
Had no intention nor retention for it
Thought not that what could follow
Not a life, a son to come through
Left with a smiley Illy face down the line
Like a plane never turned to take time
Left like a soldier out of a war field
Left all aback, your calls for blocks
Thought not again of the beauty of you
For to me it was like a ball to score and go
My conscious coined erect when you first called
Your message, I father another, a son
Like a a shock it stroke my nerves awake
The senseless triggered act of infatuation
The heartless deed and leave like a wind
Felt so silly and illy, but had nothing to counter
Figured and structured a reply but went dumb
Tried and cried but solved nothing
Sorry to say so young for parenting
Not ready to further father a kid.
Categories:
art, heartbroken, lost love,
I live in a box
A box full of imagery of desires
Desires I can only touch outside
Desires that leads me to my momentary flight
Why am I always scarred?
Why do I come back twice as boxed, latched and barred?
I want to live with colors
But I’m living with grayscale and nimbus skies
Through their eyes I am golden
Who are they molding?
I am equipped but I am demobilized
I live to be free
Is the world ready for my lesions to see?
My little box heals me, my freedom wounds me
Take me to the in between, the purgatory
Heal me with heaven, free me from hell.
This I deserve. I am worth
These chains, I abort.
Categories:
anxiety, betrayal, depression, sad,